I like food. But there are nourishments I hunger for even more deeply than Japanese sweet potatoes and homemade soups with a generous dollop of parmesan. Every day I feel a nameless ache, an insatiable curiosity. I wake up, caffeinate, and muddle through what some might generously call meditation. Then I stick my face into a bouquet of information, and …
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